Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal was an English artists' model, poet and artist who was painted and drawn extensively by artists of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, including Walter Deverell, William Holman Hunt, John Everett Millais (including Millais' 1852 painting Ophelia) and most of Dante Gabriel Rossetti's early paintings of women.
Named Elizabeth Eleanor Siddall, after her mother, Lizzie was born on 25 July 1829, at the family’s home at 7 Charles Street, Hatton Garden. She was born to Charles Crooke Siddall, who claimed that his family descended from nobility, and Eleanor Evans, a family of both English and Welsh descent. At the time of Lizzie’s birth, her ... more »
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Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal Poems
Thy strong arms are around me, love My head is on thy breast; Low words of comfort come from thee Yet my soul has no rest.
Oh never weep for love that’s dead Since love is seldom true But changes his fashion from blue to red, From brightest red to blue,
The Lust of the Eyes
I care not for my Lady’s soul Though I worship before her smile; I care not where be my Lady’s goal When her beauty shall lose its wile.
A Silent Wood
O silent wood, I enter thee With a heart so full of misery For all the voices from the trees And the ferns that cling about my knees.
The Passing of Love
O God, forgive me that I ranged My live into a dream of love! Will tears of anguish never wash The passion from my blood?
Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears The life that passes fast; The gates of heaven will open wide And take me in at last.
O mother, open the window wide And let the daylight in; The hills grow darker to my sight And thoughts begin to swim.
Farewell, Earl Richard, Tender and brave; Kneeling I kiss The dust from thy grave.
Love and Hate
Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one, Nor turn to me thy face; The blasts of heaven shall strike thee down Ere I will give thee grace.
To touch the glove upon her tender hand, To watch the jewel sparkle in her ring, Lifted my heart into a sudden song As when the wild birds sing.
A Year and a Day
Slow days have passed that make a year, Slow hours that make a day, Since I could take my first dear love And kiss him the old way;
Lord May I Come?
Life and night are falling from me, Death and day are opening on me, Wherever my footsteps come and go, Life is a stony way of woe.
Fragment of a Ballad
Many a mile over land and sea Unsummoned my love returned to me; I remember not the words he said But only the trees moaning overhead.
Shepherd Turned Sailor
Now Christ ye save yon bonny shepherd Sailing on the sea; Ten thousand souls are sailing there But they belong to Thee.
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Thy strong arms are around me, love
My head is on thy breast;
Low words of comfort come from thee
Yet my soul has no rest.
For I am but a startled thing
Nor can I ever be
Aught save a bird whose broken wing
Must fly away from thee.
I cannot give to thee the love
I gave so long ago,
The love that turned and struck me down
Amid the blinding snow.
I can but give a failing heart
And weary eyes of pain,
A faded mouth that cannot smile
And may not laugh again.
Yet keep thine arms around me, love,
Until I fall to sleep; ...